Yan Yan finished his meal and just got into the company car.
The phone rang immediately.
He lazily glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number he didn't plan to deal with, so he raised his hand and hung up directly.
But within seconds, the phone rang again, still the same number.
A landline.
It seemed like a telemarketing harassment call.
The man finally raised an eyebrow slightly, a dark glint passing through his phoenix eyes.
His phone had clearly been processed, making the probability of wrong numbers very low, so how could there be harassment calls?
After the third call came in, he finally answered it, lazily putting it to his ear.
He didn't speak, just waited for the other party to start talking.
A cautious male voice came through: "Fifth Young Master, it's me..."
Being able to call out his title, it seemed this wasn't a harassment call.
Yan Yan leaned back in his chair, half-narrowing his long eyes: "Who are you?"
